ARRANGED | FRED WEASLEY

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝐌𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀

❝𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒚, 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅.❞ — 𝑭𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒐 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒂

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During the next days after Lee's visit at the Arambella manor, Fred and Lilith received a formal invitation to assist the Slytherin manor in their reception for the Spanish Minister. Lilith thought it would be another extravagant, elegant and frivolous ball in which they would be told every single one of their movements, but she found herself surprised when she read the postscript where it said the foreign Minister himself had asked to not make too much of a fuss and that he would much more prefer a more informal reunion.

She had asked Pauline about it in one of their encounters at the Leaky Cauldron since the Bélier girl had manifested before she had known the Spanish Minister before;

"Oh, yes," Pauline had smiled, giving a taste to her fire-whisky since she didn't like too much butterbeer. "I'm not surprised, Mr Hevia is a really simple man. He sees the good in people so if you show yourself just like you are, he will like you. He is like a second dad to me. Oh, but don't expect him to be some kind of ugly old man, he is also known as Mr Handsome all over Europe."

Lilith had followed Pauline's advice and decided to present herself at him as natural as possible. She had chosen to wear a high-neck and long sleeve black pullover, one of her favourite short and tight plaid skirts in really light green, black and white and some black tights with her Doc Martens. After putting a bit of mascara and some blush on, she was struggling to style her curls as she wanted, in a high ponytail, making her a bit frustrated, but luckily, there was Fred to help her;

He had knocked on the door of her room, without waiting for her response to enter the room. Fred was already dressed up, also picking a casual style with a cable-knit jumper and cuffed jeans.

"Darling, I don't wanna hurry you up but we need to be ready in ten minutes."

Lilith huffed, surrendering at her curls.

"Give me a minute. I'll try to fix this mess."

"Do you want me to help?" he offered, honestly.

"Really?" she asked, surprised at his suggestion. She only let Liv, Circe, Eileen, Draco and most recently Pauline —  since they had spent some afternoons together doing self-care routines on each other while chatting and bonding, — touch her hair since they were the only ones who seemed to know how to control it but still being careful with it, so she hesitated a bit.

"Yeah! I used to help Ginny when she was a little kid and, later on, Granger taught me how to style hers. She had similar curls to yours," Fred said pretty convinced of himself. "Even Angelina, during that time we used to have something going on, trusted me to help her take care of her hair."

"Alright..." she finally agreed, waiting in front of the mirror of her room, sat, offering him the comb.

Fred took it and was extremely careful and loving while taking care of Lilith's hair. It was an intimate but wholesome moment that brought them even more together. In less than two minutes, he managed to quickly put her mane together in a high ponytail — some curls still escaping and framing her face — and fixed it with a ribbon of her hair colour. Lilith looked at the result with an astonished smile;